Okai, so I wrote the next three chapters at the same time...as in the same day, one after the other, so i hope you like them :-)

CHAPTER TWENTYSIX

"What the hell?" I heard my voice escalate into yelling, "Damian?" He flinched when I shouted it at him and tried to turn to face me. "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter right now," Racetrack muttered, "Let's get him to Kloppman."

"Fine," I sighed in agreement. I still didn't trust the guy, cause of my feelings I mean, but he hadn't given me a reason to hate him yet, so why did I feel like he should die? I felt someone's hand on my arm and looked up to see Spot's ice stare directed at the bloody Damian. "He prolly did it."

"Yeah," he said nonchalantly and I rolled my eyes. I laced my fingers with his and we followed the boys who had offered to carry him.

"Uncle Albert," Harmony yelled, knocking on kitchen door, "Uncle Albert we need your help!"

"Aiight, I'm coming," the old man muttered, before seeing Damian's now unconscious body laying limp in his carrier's hands, "What happened?"

"We found him," Harmony told him, leaning into Racetrack, "In the park."

"Aiight, up here," Kloppman sighed, leading them upstairs.

"I hate him," I seethed, thoroughly annoyed, "Someone go check on Pin. If I get my hands on him I'll-."

"Sass," Spot murmured, stroking my cheek with his thumb. He was trying his hardest not to ask a question, I could tell and I sighed.

"Spot-."

"He's awake," Jack announced, sticking his head in the room, "He's asking for you Sass."

"Me? Why me?"

"Why do you think you?" Fifi rolled her eyes and I gave her a warning look. Glancing at Spot, I walked into the bunkroom and Damian smiled up at me.

"What happened, Damian?" I asked, sitting next to him.

"I got jumped," he shrugged, "They gave me a message though."

"Who?"

"The Brits who jumped me," he stated, and I nodded for him to go on, "Said that he's done."

"You, know him?" I asked in disbelief.

"No I don't know him," he growled, obviously insulted by the insinuation, "He jumped me because he knew we knew each other."

"So, did he say anything else?"

"That he wants to meet with you, just to talk." I bit my tongue, and nodded, getting up to leave. "Sass?"

"Yeah," I sighed, looking back at him.

"If it wasn't working between us, you should have said something," he told me sincerely, "You could have told me."

"I know Damian and I'm sorry, I should have but I snapped." He gave me a half-smile. "Friends?"

"Friends," he nodded and I smiled at him, closing the door behind me. I trudged down the stairs, thoroughly confused.

"So," Emmy cut me out of my thoughts, "What, what happened?"

"He," I croaked before clearing my throat, "He wants to meet with me."

"What?" chorused the room randomly and I jumped back at the sudden actions.

"Are you going?" Spot's voice was quiet and his stare was intense. I sighed, feeling as though I was on the edge of an emotional cliff one breeze away from plummeting downwards.

"I don't know," I sniffed, feeling tears frame my vision.

"Sass," Spot pulled me into the kitchen, "Sass, what's going on?"

"I'm so confused," I sobbed, wrapping my arms around myself, "I mean, there could be a slight chance that he really wants to make amends but why?"

"It's your decision Sass, if you're gonna go-."

"Will you go with me?"

"What?" he sounded surprised.

"Will you go with me," I repeated, looking up at him.

"If you want me to, of course I will," he whispered, wiping the tear from my cheek, "I love you Sass."

"Thank you Spot," I smiled weakly, burying my face into his chest, "You're amazing."